The Heart 

The Mind 

The Soul 



BY F. M. IV. 



THE HEART, THE MIND, THE 
SOUL. 



^^Keep thy Heart with all diligence^ for out of it 
are the issues of life'' 

*'I stir up yoitr p2ire Alinds by zvay of remembrance ^ 

^'' Their Soul shall be as a watered garden'' 



By F. iM. W. 



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TKe jle^ff, the ^\nb, tl]^ Sobl, 



I. 

OAR in this planet's early dawn, 
At Nature's wondrous birth, 
Man was created, and became, 

The habitant of earth : 
In God's own image he was made 

On that eventful day. 
Which bound his bright immortal soul 

In tenement of clay ! 



The Hearty the Mind^ the Soul. 

And wherefore was this wonder wrought ?" 

Oh, why were souls compelled 
To lead on earth a captive life, 

And be fast prisoners held ? 
Why so securely shut within 

The body's circling bars, 
That death alone unlocks the gate 

To worlds beyond the stars ? 

We know this wonder-work was done 

By word of God Most High, 
And that this life on earth begun 

Continues in the sky ! 
We know the soul within its shell 

Held now in fast embrace. 
If faithful, shall hereafter dwell 

In boundless realms of space ! 



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Ah, then, how strange that man thus born 

An heir of heaven by birth, 
And unto whom its peace may dawn 

E'en while he treads the earth ; 
Should rarely have the faith to gauge 

His life in worlds on high, 
Or realize the heritage 

That waits him in the sky ! 

How passing strange that he should stand 

On life's receding shore, 
And seek upon its shifting sand 

His transient wealth to store ! 
How passing strange this world's brief day 

Should bound his hopes and fears, 
While all unheeded, unperceived, 

Stretch vast, eternal years ! 



The Heart, the Mind, the Soul. 

O man, created being, born 

To live, and not to die. 
Endued with immortality 

And native of the sky ! 
Why, with such bright inheritance 

Cleave fast to things below ? 
And Esau-like, thy birthright sell, 

Thy purest joys forego ? 

It is the folly of our race, 

Oft worn with care and woe, 
To clothe the unknown future here 

With Hope's enchanting glow ; 
To store our wealth, to form our plans. 

For some approaching year 
When calmer, brighter days shall dawn^ 

And mirth dispel the tear ! 



The Hearty the Mind, the Soul. 

Could we but lift our wings of Hope 

And give them broader range 
In those remote, celestial realms, 

Beyond the power of change ; 
Could we but store our treasures w^here 

Nor moth, nor rust destroy, 
How sure our rich inheritance 

Of life, of peace, of joy ! 

To win this rich inheritance 

My verse would fain impart 
Some luring picture of the way, 

Some truth, some charm, some art, 
By which to draw the multitude 

(Without affliction's rod) 
To seek the straight and upward path 

That leads from earth, to God ! 



The Hearty the Mind^ the Soul. 

11. 

niHIS path we vainly strive to find 

Through efforts of our own, 
Nor can we climb its steep ascent 

Unaided and alone : 
Our Saviour Jesus is the Way, 

No other can be found, 
And His the grace that lifts our feet 

Across the stony ground. 

But steadfast as this changeless truth 

That Christ alone can win 
Eternal life for us below 

And wash away our sin : 
Still, man the privileged gardener is 

Of his own human will, 
Himself, the richest garden ground 

That he can plant or till. 



The Hearty the Mind, the Soul. 

Within this heavenly garden held, 

Within the man enshrined, 
Are glorious powers invisible, 

The Heart, the Soul, the Mind. 
That these abide in every breast 

No mortal may withstand. 
For with each one to love his God 

He hath Divine command. 

And graven on the sacred page 

Of Holy Writ we read. 
That talents must be multiplied, 

And sown the harvest-seed. 
There's not a day that wings its flight 

But tends to good or ill. 
For Nature works untiringly, 

Altho' she seems so still ! 



lo The Hearty the Alind, the Soul. 

It is the story often told 

Of water, and of sand, 
The drops that fill the ocean's depths, 

The grains that form the land. 
So tiny seeds, and passing words 

Are scattered by the air. 
We cannot gather them again 

Or change the fruit they'll bear. 

III. 

fT(HE gracious God Who doth to man 

All varied gifts impart, 
Hath only asked in poor return, 

" My son, give Me thine Hearty 
And keep it with all diligence, 

With virtue ever rife, 
For out of it the issues are 

Of everlasting life." 



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Bestow on it thy watchful care, 

Nor rest, till thou hast won : 
True wisdom is to fear the Lord 

While evil paths we shun. 
And know, that when thine heart becomes 

Pure, loving, true, and wise. 
Then even shall the heart of God 

Rejoice, in yonder skies ! 

Beside this heart, where good and ill 

Exist, and oft entwine. 
At times, dread hatred's dark abode, 

At times, love's sacred shrine ! — 
Beside this changeful, ardent heart, 

A kindred light we find, 
The source of man's bright intellect 

And called by him, the Mind ! 



12 The Hearty the Mind^ the Soul. 

That wonder-working power, by which 

He soars afar on high, 
And step by step discerns the plan 

And systems of the sky ! 
By which he penetrates below 

And reads the storied birth 
Of mammoth ones that long ago 

Were tenants of the earth ! 

By which the vast cathedral fane 

With vaulted aisles so wide. 
That daylight ever seems to wane 

And twilight to abide, 
Was raised, with stone by stone create^ 

Till now all still and grand, 
It stands on earth, an open gate 

To God's celestial land. 



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Oh, mighty is the breadth of mind 

That God to man hath given, 
It spans the world from pole to pole, 

It leaps from earth to heaven ! 
A subtle charm upon it rests 

When cultured and refined, 
If reverence, faith, humility. 

Within it are enshrined, 

But cultured mind devoid of faith. 

Without the Gospel creed, 
Oh care not for its treasured wealth, 

Its learning do not heed : 
It is not of a perfect type. 

Its stature is not high, 
It is not meet, it is not ripe 

For mansions in the sky ! 



14 The Hearty the Mind, the Soul. 

And now we pass unto the Soul. 

That germ the most divine 
Among the three unseen, and yet 

So capable to shine 
In radiance of reflected light, 

The light of Christ, the Lord, 
Whose Life in us our glory is, 

Our hope of sure reward. 

The Soul that may in stillness wend 

Through space a trackless flight, 
And by an aspiration send 

Its thought to realms of light, 
In silence, on the wings of prayer, 

Escape what it enshrouds, 
Ascend the airy firmament 

And pass beyond the clouds ! 



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IV. 

\\) H EN seek the Heart, the Mind, the Soul, 

United to attain 
The true and best development 

That each, and all, may gain ; 
Then shall be seen perfected here 

The high and lofty plan, 
That dwelt within the mind of God 

When He created man. 

There's nothing great and beautiful 

Or of a value rare, 
But it hath grown by slow degrees 

Full oft through toil and care ; 
So these immortal germs of light 

Must here our labors share, 
If we would find them, as the stars, 

In radiant ""jorv there ! 



i6 The Hearty the Mind^ the Soul, 

And nothing in God's Universe 

Is lost, however small, 
From man, unto the faded leaves, 

That in the forest fall ! 
Again we find them reproduced, 

Again they bloom and bear, 
And always in the self-same garb 

The parent seed did wear. 

■" Be not deceived, God is not mocked " 

If to the flesh ye sow, 
Ye shall of flesh corruption reap 

Above, and here below : 
But if, in wisdom and in faith. 

Ye, to the Spirit sow, 
Your seed to everlasting life 

Shall live and upward grow. 



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Then hasten ere the cord be loosed, 

Or marred the golden bowl, 
And hasten while the days and years 

In quick succession roll ; 
Oh haste to plant for Harv^est-time 

And planting oft repeat. 
Ye cannot sow the thistle seed 

And reap the golden wheat ! 

Death works no great mysterious change 

When break the circling bars, 
The same the spirit sinks to sleep, 

It wakes, beyond the stars ! 



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